Chapter 579 The Beast and Her Companions

In the fleeting speed, the young man reached the goal.

The tide of disaster has receded, leaving only a deep pit radiating hundreds of meters and magma slowly seeping out from the radial cracks. Together with the blue water, it crawled feebly like a dying snake, interweaving into a strange scene of red and blue.

The dark smoke rose, roasting the broken scales, the cracked armor, the dripping blood and the stiff and twitching remains of the enemy program... Just looking for the clues here can trace what kind of struggle this place has experienced.

Like archaeology, the masters gathered here in twos and threes, guarding against their "partners" and analyzing the information left here.

"Mastering both the flame and the water, it is really incompatible with water and fire."

A magician shook his head and sighed. Behind him, a blond boy with a bandit spirit and childishness played with a revolver and looked ahead with some envy.

"That's great. I also want to have superpowers like these masters... I've become a Servant without any reason, so why am I still fighting with a pistol?"

"Be careful, Archer." The magician stopped the Servant from revealing further information. He turned and looked at his temporary partner, another magician, "Can you see anything?"

"There is the breath of a dragon... and the breath of a god." The test tube shook, shining red and golden under the unknown magic. His partner looked solemn, "It seems that both parties are quite extraordinary. Whether it is a dragon or a god, their status is unbelievably high."

"Really? Then it is even more necessary to find out."

The magician laughed, with the ferocity of a hunter in his eyes.

They already understood how fierce the battle had been here. It was a power that their servants could not reach, but that was why they had to move forward.

If they didn't take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate the threat, then when they really met, how would they have a chance?

It is certainly worth rejoicing to destroy the Master who fought equally with the Servant, but if we can go one step further and kill the foolish Master who sent the invitation... that would be a great benefit!

The invited jackals smiled at each other, gnashing their teeth and sucking blood, impatient.

However, clear footsteps sounded, and a young man in a red robe holding a divine bow walked towards them step by step.

"Stop, this road is blocked."

The fighting spirit was surging, and under the silent pressure, the blond sharpshooter stopped in front of the young man, his eyebrows lowered, and the muzzle of the gun was already pointed at his heart; at the same time, the Viking man holding the blood axe also released the spirit son in front of another Master, and the beast-like low roar came from his throat, shocking the newcomer.

"This breath... is it from a servant?" The magician was slightly surprised, because he did not see the figure of the master nearby. "Strange servant, tell me why you are here."

Hearing this, the handsome young man stopped, raised his eyes and looked at the two servants who were waiting for battle, and quickly looked away without interest.

"One question, one promise, as long as you give me these, we can avoid disputes."

What an arrogant tone!

It's as if he has us in his arms!

The magician laughed in anger. He was about to speak, but the blond servant stopped him and shook his head slightly.

After a moment of surprise, he finally chose to suppress it: "... Tell me, what is it?"

"Thank you for your understanding." After the cold courtesy, the young man said, "I need to know the whereabouts of the two warring parties."

"What? So you are also the one who wants to beat the drowning dog..." The magician said unhappily, "From the last positioning, they are going deeper into the maze, getting closer to the core of the January Sea of ​​Thought."

"Thank you." The young man took a step without hesitation and said casually, "The rest is a promise, a promise to give up the pursuit and leave the January Sea of ​​Thought - this is no longer a battle you can participate in."

It was like a contemptuous glance from the top of the mountain. Although he had never provoked, the arrogance of looking down on others was even more unbearable. The magician stared at the young man's back and almost ordered his servants to attack, but the words that followed made him freeze in place, as if falling into an ice cave.

"Archer Billy the Kid, Berserker Blood Axe Eric. If that's all you have, don't come up and die."

Real name exposed?

When!

The sudden panic almost suffocated the magician. When he reacted, he immediately retreated and distanced himself from the fierce Viking King. Coincidentally, his 'partner' also took a step forward in an instant, not giving the famous sharpshooter a chance to pull the trigger.

The distance between them did not change, but when the two looked at each other again, the hypocritical warmth had been torn off, and there was only endless hostility and fear in each other's eyes.

On the road to the Moon Holy Grail War, there were no partners, only enemies - enemies who fought sword against sword, bone against bone, and never gave up.

And the new moon had disappeared from their sight.

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The water was mighty, and the fire was high.

The warrior, who was wearing a tight-fitting battle suit and had long golden hair flying, was so handsome that it was hard to tell whether he was male or female. He waved his spear, and the god of war who controlled the flow of water blessed him. The power of purification filled him up and turned into a water arrow flying forward.

"The clear stream of Nuada!"

He shouted the name of God loudly, but this dignity was also drowned by the roar of the beast. The blood-colored flames surged, and the scorching steam violently filled every corner of the battlefield. When the warrior reacted, the vicious residual fire gushed out, breaking through the offensive in an instant and piercing his shoulder!

The blood was evaporated before it flowed out, solidified into a hideous blood scab. Faced with such a horrifying injury, the warrior frowned slightly, brushed the wound with his left hand, and the purified water flowed, repairing the injury in an instant.

Although it was harmless, the warrior knew that he alone was not enough to defeat the opponent.

"It is worthy of being the enemy of human nature, one of the seven evils rejected by human history." Even if he was at a disadvantage, the handsome man was still calm. He looked at the little girl in a red skirt holding the illusory Holy Grail and baring her teeth at him, and secretly contacted the master.

"Master, haven't the masters who accepted the invitation arrived yet?"

"I'm sorry, Lancer, your plan may have failed." Hundreds of meters away, the blonde sister rolled her eyes, swiped the virtual page with her fingertips, and watched the light spots flee like frightened birds. "I don't know what happened, but the encirclement formed by the masters has collapsed. It's like being chased by wild beasts. They all ran faster than rabbits."

"Strange, with the character of these magicians, they should not miss the opportunity to reap the benefits." The handsome man couldn't hide his doubts, "Yun Yue thought there was no invincible enemy program in the sea... Even if you change your mind, it shouldn't be so neat."

"..."

"Dear lady, if possible, can you allow me to release the treasure?"

"..."

"Huh?! Could it be... Master!!!"

When the handsome man reacted, it was too late. In the barrier formed by the heavy magic formula, his master stared desperately, and the severe pain drowned him like a tide.

The mirror magic reflected the tragic state of the woman - her heart, throat, hands and feet were all pierced by sharp arrows, like long nails that were knocked down, nailing the master to the spot, unable to move or speak.

She could only feel the passing of life bit by bit!

Who did it? How did he find me? Why didn't the barrier sound any alarm? !

She obviously got such a powerful Servant... Why did she die in such a place!

There was no room for thinking anymore. The blonde woman's eyes dimmed, and she welcomed death in reluctance and despair. The command seal on the back of her hand also dissipated. The moment the contract was broken, the man in the distance finally realized in regret.

"Really... It seems that you have accomplices." The look in his eyes looking at the beast was no longer peaceful, but full of unyielding killing intent. Although his body had begun to collapse involuntarily, the handsome man still stubbornly raised his spear and pointed the tip of the spear at the silent beast.

"But no matter what, you must die here today, not only because of hatred, but also because a disaster like you should not appear in the world!"

"I, Finn MacCool, will personally kill the beast that subverts human nature by betting on the title of the leader of the Fianna Knights!"

Speaking of the hero's determination, the mythical incarnation named Finn turned the spear, and the will of God was attached to it, and the divine light of fighting demons bloomed: "Wake up, my spear!"

Thousands of streams emerged in the void, and the noble spear reflected the divine power left by the god of war, and it radiated a brilliant and solemn glow, and finally gathered the streams like rivers into a ray of the spear tip, and shot out with the man's loud shout:

"A demonic blow that can even kill fallen gods. Feel this taste for yourself-Invincible Purple Grass (Mac an Luin)!"

The mighty torrent fell from the sky, and the hurricane it created messed up the girl's hair. The beast holding the false Holy Grail showed a look of annoyance, and behind her, a tit-for-tat blood-red flame appeared.

"The disaster came across the sea, the flames spread, and the laughter roared!"

Resisting the discomfort of being on the back, Draco loudly called for the power of the beast's disaster, and then the creeping beast swam through the shadows and cast a contemptuous glance at the world. When He raised his claws and slightly touched them, a forbidden tide of blood fell from the void!

"Seventh Dragon, become my finger! Embrace, dissolve, and devour everything—Rosa Sanguis!"

The blood-red flames collided with the sea tide of God, splashing thousands of interlaced light spots, flying high into the sky and falling heavily, sprinkling blue and blood-colored rain. In the suddenly collapsed wailing ground, the fiercely conflicting flames and waves submerged the depths of the maze!

The roar that almost broke the eardrums covered the sound of breaking wind. With the pain that penetrated his heart, Finn looked down in astonishment. The spiral arrow pierced his chest and then exploded, completely shattering the man before the tsunami of destruction rolled back, and his body and soul were completely destroyed. On the other side, Draco looked at the surging waves expressionlessly and sighed in his heart.

Is this the end...

Holding up the false things with slender arms, the phantom-like cauldron of desire swallowed the man's last counterattack until the waves wailed and were burned by the blood-red flames and no longer existed.

The dust cleared, and only the thrilling red color remained on the devastated maze. The little girl in a thin red dress slowly took back the illusory Holy Grail. After confirming that there was no one around, she finally let go of her stubbornness and gasped for breath. Her face turned visibly pale.

Finn McCool's hostility was certainly correct, but how could Draco be a real beast?

At best, he was just a reflection of the beast, a small red dragon living in the shadow of the contractor.

If the enemy's spirit had not suddenly disintegrated at the last moment and his strength had dropped sharply, Draco would never have been able to easily take on his treasure that symbolized purification. What puzzled the little red dragon even more was that she clearly sensed that Finn had begun to prepare for the next attack, but he suddenly lost his breath at the last moment.

And the "accomplice" he mentioned...

What's going on?

The weak Draco fell into thinking and did not notice that the Moon Spirit's sight was cast everywhere on the battlefield. The enemy's program, which was far more powerful than the level of the First Moon's sea, was gradually taking shape. And hundreds of meters away, Shuoyue put down the Crown Bow, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the red shadow rushing over, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Why is it you again...

"Nero Claudius?"

He should have raised his longbow without thinking, and should have aimed his arrow at the spirit core without hesitation...

However, when that face came into view, the young man's body stiffened. He quietly watched the girl break through his blockade, passing the countless servants and dead masters who had already disappeared, and heading deep into the maze.

After a while, he let out a sigh of annoyance.

"You two troublesome majesties... please don't make it difficult for me."